DRUSILLA WITH A MILLION


By ELIZABETH COOPER




DRUSILLA WITH A MILLION




CHAPTER I


"Drusilla Doane, O Drusilla Doane!" came waveringly around the
corner; and the quavering voice was followed by a little old woman
who peered at the line of old ladies sitting in the sun. "Is Drusilla
Doane here?" she inquired, darting quick birdlike glances from her
old eyes at the curious faces that looked up at her approach.

A little white-haired woman stopped the darning of the tablecloth in
her hands and looked up expectantly.

"Yes, I'm here, Barbara. What do you want of me?"

"There's two men in the parlor to see you, an' Mis' Smith told me to
tell you to hurry. I been lookin' for you everywhere."